e-mail website Warning to all of those who read this: this is a lemon, so if you're under aged, it's purdy darn illegal to read this... but I know that you'll probably read this anyway (multiple times, until certain body parts become incredibly uncomfortable). ^_^ Anyway, try not to flame me, this is my first attempt at a lemon... hopefully, it will be good... heh. Love and a Soul Sword A Mamono Hunter Yoko Lemon Fanfic Version 2.0 By Katsuragi Misato "Damn you! Do you really think that I *like* having my dress torn to shreds by every damned demon that I fight?" This is retorted with another blow to the girl's chest, tearing the material around her breasts, but miraculously enough, not harming the flesh underneath. The youma replies, "Heh, you're lucky that this isn't a Pink Pineapple production, Mamono Hunter Mano Yoko. I'd enjoy that incredulously, my love." "That's it! I've had enough of you! I'm sending you back to the hell that you came from, ecchi!!!" Yoko is about to swing her sword at the youma's head when they both hear a high-pitched (annoying!) voice. "Hi!! Did someone call for Japan's finest half-demon sex-ninja?!" Bouncing (and I do mean bouncing)from tree to tree in the darkened field, a skimpily clad purple haired ninja (not to mention the HUGE bow) jumps between the mamono hunter and the youma. "I'm up for a fight, besides, I've been SO horny lately!", Miko exclaims to the youma. The youma runs after the sex-ninja, drooling and tripping over his own feet (demons have feet, don't they?) , yelling "tentacles, tentacles, tentacles!" "Baka! If he wanted out of this series, all he had to do is ask. He didn't have to break his contract. The Demon Union is gonna hear about this. Oh well, *he* was the one that screwed up the fight, I would have won anyway. I'm just glad that it *didn't* turn into one of those Urotsukidoji remakes" She shudders. "I can't stand that rip-and- rape crap. I guess that I'll just leave that to the Suzuka clan. But I would like some human interaction one in a while, heh." "Oh, you would, huh?" "What the hell?" Yoko looks around her. "Who are you..., screw that, WHERE are you?" She looks down at the tattered remains of her battle dress, and sees a guy trying to look up it (it wouldn't be too hard, there's not much left of it). "Ecchi!" Yoko stomps him on the head. "Oh, sumimasen. I thought that you were Hasumi. My bad.", he apologizes. "May I ask who Hasumi is?" Yoko asks, faintly aware of someone's pager going off. "I would stay and chat, but I think that I just found her. Watch Campus Guardress." The sempai runs off, all crazy and fanboy-like. "Campus Guardress? Never heard of it..", she mumbles to herself. "You haven't? It's really cool, even though it doesn't have any military stuff in it.", a boy with sandy colored hair, glasses, and what looked like a digital video camera said to her while passing by. "Hey! Did you tape the fight? I'm gonna kill you!" Yoko yells at him. "No way, it wasn't military related. But I would have gotten a great scene of your chest falling out of your dress..", Kensuke says, pointing at her dress. "Eek!" She covers her front. "Now I'm really gonna kill you!" "No need, my lovely." One arm caresses her from behind, the other hand lightly resting on her face. "A woman with donut-shaped ponytails is destined to a life of overeating. Wait... that didn't come out like Kaji-san told me it would!" She turns around to see a cocky looking boy, two years younger than herself, wearing Fila athletic wear, blushing. "Yoko-saaaaaaan!!!" ---------------------------------------------- "Yoko-saaaaaaan!!!" "Obasama, another ten minutes, please!", Yoko murmurs. "Yoko-saan, wake up!" Push, prod, and a sit on Yoko's stomach. "Eeeaaaaai!" Yoko sits up quite abruptly in her bed. "Oh, Asuza-chan, it's only you." (Is this sounding familiar, oh what?) "Get up, Yoko-san. You've got to go to school. You'll be late if you don't leave soon!", Asuza cries. "What's the story with you, Asuza-chan? Why don't you *ever* go to school?", Yoko whines. "I'm in training to become a Mamono Hunter. ", Asuza says with a silly grin. "That's an excuse? I was training for most of my life, and I STILL WENT TO SCHOOL!", Yoko yells. "Waaaaaah! Yoko-saaaaan! I'm sooorrryyyyy!", Asuza cries, letting C-ko sized tears fly all over the place. "Sheesh, Asuza.. I'm sorry. Please stop crying.. " Dodging huge tears, Yoko manages to stop Asuza from crying. "Oh no! I'm late again! A-ko and I were supposed to walk to school together because Chi's been sick for a couple of days." She hears a very loud WHOOOOOOOSH. "That was her. Looks like I'll be going to school by myself today." ---------------------------------------------- Standing in one of the school's hallways, holding buckets of water, Yoko curses herself, "If I hadn't yelled at Asuza, I wouldn't be here right now." "What was that, Yoko-chan?" "Huh? Oh, Osamu-kun. It's you." Yoko sticks her tongue out at him. "You know, Yoko-chan, last year, seeing that tongue sticking out at me would have regressed me to getting a fanboy nosebleed. But, Yoko-chan, I've changed." Osamu says. Yoko stops sticking out her tongue. "What does that mean?" "That means... this!" Osamu sticks his tongue out with such fervor that he would make Sailor Mars jealous. "Ah! I'm late for my class!" Osamu kisses Yoko lightly on the cheek, before she could move away, and he runs off. "Why did *he* kiss me?" Yoko thinks. "Yuk." "Dammit. I can't sleep. All I've been thinking about all day is that Osamu. I always thought that he was a dork, but now.. !" She tries, in vain, to go to sleep again. "Damn. I've *got* to do something about this." ---------------------------------------------- Yoko reaches Osamu's house, and looks into all of the windows, trying to figure out which room is Osamu's. "Finally! I found it!" Yoko knocks quietly on his window. Osamu stirs a little bit. Yoko knocks louder, a little annoyed. Osamu looks out of the window. "Yoko-chan!" Then he pauses, "This is a dream, right? Oh, but what a beautiful dream!" He lets Yoko in, and embraces her. "I don't want to wake up!!", he yells. Yoko looks at him, quite disgusted. "If you're not quieter, you'll wake up your family, dum-dum. And this is *not* a dream." "Then, why are you here, Yoko-chan?", Osamu asks. "I know that this sounds really weird, but I've been thinking about you all day since you kissed me, and I realized that you're the only guy that has ever really loved me, not just appreciated my "assets". Osamu, I think that I love you.", Yoko blushes, and then kisses him lightly on the lips. "Yah, yah, yah, yah!" Osamu is in Hyper-Fanboy Mode. Yoko punches him in the face. Osamu does that Ranma-hand thing. "Okay, I've calmed down." Osamu says, and then wraps his arms around her, putting his hands on her back, under her shirt, and boldly kisses her. `Ah, my goddess, I didn't think that he could kiss like THAT.', Yoko thinks as she melts in his arms. "Osamu-kun, please... don't stop.", Yoko pleads. Osamu laughs. "Is your grandmother going to be popping out at any given interval?" They both laugh, and then they laugh nervously as they look at one another. "Yoko, did you really mean what you said?" "Of course I did. I don't lie about things like that, Osamu-kun.", Yoko blushes. Osamu takes hold of her, and kisses her, softly at first, with the tenderness of a first love, then as other parts of his body take over his thinking, he opens her mouth with his tongue, feeling the inside of her mouth and her tongue dancing with his. "Ah, Yoko-chan. You don't know what you do to me.", Osamu whispers. "But I think that I would like to find out.." Yoko smirks at him. She unbuttons Osamu's shirt (yes, he is wearing a button-down shirt. Things are convenient that way :p ), rubbing her hands against his shoulders and pecs. "Osamu-kun.. you've been working out!", Yoko teases, "How charming." `But how cut he is! You would almost think that he was under training also!', Yoko thinks, and has to catch her giggle at the thought of Osamu in her mamono hunter dress. She starts to kiss his neck, listening to the tempo of his breathing grow faster and faster. Yoko works her way down to his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue, and softly bites them. Osamu moans under Yoko, and begs her to come up to him. "Yoko-chan, I'm going to be in charge of this. Is this alright with you?" Osamu looks Yoko in the eyes as he asks this. "Yah! Yah! Yah!" Yoko gets hearts in her eyes, and Osamu has to hold Yoko down to keep her from bouncing around his room. "I love men who are aggressive!" "Good, Yoko-chan.. I'll give you a night that you won't forget." Immediately after, Osamu, still holding her arms, pushes her down on his bed, and kisses her deeply. He takes both of her wrists in one hand, and holds her hands over her head. With the other hand, he rips off her night shirt and gently caresses her left breast. Yoko moans, but Osamu's mouth on hers prevents any sound from escaping. Osamu pinches her left nipple, and not being able to take any more torture, releases his grip on both Yoko's mouth and wrists, takes her right breast in his hand, and her left nipple in his mouth. Every night since that night that he was possessed by the succubus, Osamu has had dreams of when he almost took Yoko's virginity. Osamu barely remembers the dreams, only bits and pieces, and he has spent the last year in an absolute longing of Yoko, much like previous years. Only now, since he has tasted of Yoko, it has only made the past year worse. "Ah, Osamu-kun!" Osamu is snapped back into reality. He starts on her right nipple, while rubbing her left breast. Osamu stands up for a second, takes off his pants, and gazes at his long awaited love. Yoko looks up at him with pleading eyes, she longs for his touch, and for this time to be able to give in willingly. Osamu lays on top of Yoko again and kisses her for a long time. Yoko runs her fingers through his hair, playing with the top of his ear. He works his way down her body with his lips, loving every little moan coming from Yoko. Osamu pulls down Yoko's shorties, and finds a pair of lacy black bikini panties. `She came here knowing what she was going to do.. demon.', Osamu thinks this with a smirk, and then surprises Yoko by pulling the panties off with his teeth. He kisses her legs from the knees up, and then lingers around her inner thighs. Breathing slow and deliberately, so that Yoko would feel his hot breath on her skin, he kisses her in the spot between her inner thigh and her pussy lips. Yoko whimpers at this, begging him either not to stop, or to go further. Osamu kisses her outer lips, and then runs his tongue along them, feeling Yoko's hips rise slightly, despite herself. He plunges his tongue between the lips, tasting her womanly flavor. "Ah, please, don't stop.. please, Osamu-kun." Yoko pleads. Osamu licks Yoko long and slowly, alternating with the short and fast movements of the tongue that he's seen in many ecchi films. Not long after, Yoko's entire body shakes with a powerful orgasm. After Yoko's breathing becomes more stable, Osamu comes up and kisses Yoko gently on the cheek. "Yoko-chan, did you like that?" Yoko laughs and says, "It wasn't obvious?" They both laugh softly together. Then Yoko looks Osamu in the eyes and says, "Don't tell me that you're going to stop, baka.." "Of course not, Yoko-chan, I'm just letting you catch your breath." As he says this, he slides his very hard member into Yoko's incredibly wet canal. "Ah!", they both say at the same time, and catching this, the both giggle until Osamu pulls out and rams himself into her again. Osamu takes hold of her back, and grasps her shoulders at the same time as she does the same to him. They do this for at least a half an hour, every second filled with pleasure before Yoko whispers in his ear, "I'm about to come, I want you to come with me." She need not have asked, because three seconds later, as she was digging her nails into his well-toned back, he held her extremely tight, and let himself go. Feeling Osamu's pleasure only heightened Yoko's own orgasm, and Yoko cried into Osamu's ear, "Osamu-kun, I love you!" After they had both calmed down in each other's arms, Yoko realized that she had to be back home. "Osamu-chan, I have to be back home. I have training with Asuza on Sundays. Oh, and Osamu-kun, I love you." Yoko smiled at him as she stood up and put on her shorties. Yoko saw her ripped night shirt, and winked at Osamu as she transformed into her battle dress. "I would borrow a shirt of yours, but I wouldn't be able to explain it to obasama." Yoko kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Osamu-chan." The End (for now) I wrote this because I was really pissed off that Osamu never got a chance at Yoko, even though he really does seem love her.. I guess I'm just doing a little bit of charity for a social unfortunate ^_^. That, and a year after I wrote it, I still haven't seen another Yoko lemon. Somebody out there, I know that you're reading this, and you really want to write one! Don't deny it! It's your animal urges, let them out! Ahem. Ignore me. I suppose that I'm officially a lemon pioneer, after writing the first Evangelion lemon (something I'm proud of, dammit!) This is dedicated to Grei, my hopelessly devoted boyfriend. Send me e-mail, with questions, comments and things to throw.. and visit my website! Other works of mine are on there, not to mention all of the other cool stuff on it.